I really like this. There's a speed and detachment to it, as if this is what she's running through her head one of those times he comes across her just patiently sitting and waiting for him. As if she trying to run through her life and find the trajectory, find the through-line that will tell her what the hell she's doing.

Second person *can* be indulgent, but this is full of action and choices and the consequences thereof; it's a navel-gazing Aeryn I can easily believe.

You whimper, feel his name on your lips, and when you see his eyes, blue, so blue, looking down at you, a smile is all you have left for him. There’s a monster asking for sanctuary, and you give it gladly. You’ll die soon anyway, what’s a lie now? And when you wake up, suffocating in a shiny black suit, realize where you are and what you’ve done, all you can do is accept it. When have you ever looked back? Moya calls and you walk into the bay, someone else's face, and your body and Scorpius’ suit, and when his eyes lie, and say you’re home, you think, why not?

This is exactly my interpretation of Aeryn in Promises, someone who made a deal with the devil in a moment of "what the hell does it really matter?" and then had to live with it. She didn't expect to live and she wasn't thinking of going back to Moya, either.

My sincere apologies if I end up stealing any of these images from you, because you've hit the nail on the head right there at the end for me.